Shen Qingsheng was scared out of his wits and struggled desperately. "No, don't kill me!"
"I'm a direct descendant of the Shen Family. You can't kill me!
"If you kill me, my father will kill you, and the Shen Family won't let you off. You..."
Mo Hua suddenly stopped.
Shen Qingsheng froze, then screamed, "It's good that you know fear! Hurry up and let me go!"
Mo Hua slowly approached Shen Qingsheng, stretched out his palm, and placed it atop Shen Qingsheng's head.
Shen Qingsheng was overcome with terror. Then he felt a warm, radiant, incomparably pure stream of Thought Power flow bit by bit into his body, nourishing his Divine Sense. It was like a blessing from a "god," making him feel stronger than he had ever been before.
Delight rose in Shen Qingsheng's heart, followed by bewilderment. "You... what are you doing?"
Mo Hua said gently, "You're too thin. There isn't enough of you for them to eat."
"I'll fatten you up a little, make you stronger, so they can eat more and eat their fill."
Fatten him up?!
Shen Qingsheng was horrified. His eyes nearly popped out as he roared, "Mo Hua! You evil ghost! Are you even human?" Mo Hua smiled faintly. "I'm being kind. I'm letting you taste what it feels like to have your flesh eaten, your blood drained, and your bones cracked open for their marrow..." That smile was innocent yet profound, sacred yet sinister.
Shen Qingsheng's face was filled with horror. Only then did he realize that he had no idea what this seemingly pure and innocent Void Gate disciple truly was. Mo Hua poured his Thought Power into Shen Qingsheng, watching him gradually grow "fatter" and "stronger." Once he felt it was enough, he condensed his Thought Power into a rope